Some days you are raw
and things are falling apart
and when you look in the mirror,
you see an enemy,
someone you hate with all your heart,
but this is not how they see you.
When they look back at you,
they see an entire universe;
you are a body of art,
you are a map of galaxies,
you are every flower,
lovely from the start.
So when recovery seems far away
and no one understands,
when life cannot get any worse
and you would rather cry all day,
know you are wanted and loved.
I cannot survive.
Yes, you can.
You are needed,
so please
choose to stay alive.
Gentle Reminders